Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mars. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.